THAT NIGHT 2

JULIAN

As I murmured "You can, now." My eyes traced her as she seductively knelt before me, her eyes locking with mine, a look of raw desire in her gaze. My breath hitched as she reached out, her fingers wrapping around me, warm and firm. The anticipation was almost unbearable as she leaned in, her lips parting just before they touched my skin.

The first contact sent a jolt of pleasure through me, her tongue teasing the tip, the sensation so intense it made my knees weak. I let out a shaky breath, my hands instinctively finding their way to her hair, threading through the silky strands as she took me deeper.

She moved slowly at first, her mouth warm and soft, creating a steady rhythm that drove me wild. Every flick of her tongue, every pull of her lips had me gripping her hair tighter, struggling to stay in control. I could feel every subtle change in pressure, every deliberate motion she made, and it was driving me crazy.

The way she looked up at me while she worked, her eyes full of heat and mischief, sent a rush of desire through me. My body tensed with every motion, each sensation more intense than the last. The warmth of her mouth, the gentle suction, and the way she skillfully teased me brought me closer to the edge with every passing second.

I couldn't help but groan, the sound escaping me as she increased her pace, her mouth sliding up and down my length with an almost desperate urgency. The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming every thought, every sense, until all that existed was her—her touch, her heat, the incredible way she made me feel.

I was lost in it, in her, the world fading away until nothing mattered but this moment. My grip on her hair tightened as the pleasure built to a crescendo, and I knew I was close. But she didn't stop, didn't hesitate, as her mouth worked me with increasing pleasure, I felt the pressure building, the signs of my climax nearing. The heat, the suction, the way she was driving me closer to the edge—it was almost too much. I could barely hold on, my breathing ragged, and my hands gripping her hair as I fought to stay in control.

But just as I felt myself about to lose it, the desire to be inside her overwhelmed me. With a shaky breath, I gently but urgently pulled her away, my mind a haze of need. The look in her beautiful green eyes was a mix of surprise and understanding, and without a word, I helped her onto all fours, the sight of her like this igniting something primal within me.

Positioning myself behind her, I could hardly wait another second. With one firm thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, the sudden warmth and tightness surrounding me sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body. The change in sensation was electric, so intense it almost made me dizzy.

With a steady grip on her hips, I slowly pushed into her, the sensation of her warmth and tightness overwhelming. I had to fight to keep control as I buried myself inside her, the angle making everything feel deeper, more intense. The way she gasped and pushed back against me only fueled my desire.

I started moving, my thrusts slow at first, savoring the way she tightened around me with each motion. My hands slid up her back, feeling the way her body tensed and relaxed with every movement. When I tangled my fingers in her hair, a shiver ran through me, the connection between us raw and electric.

Her moans drove me on, pushing me to quicken my pace, each thrust more forceful than the last. The sound of our bodies colliding, her gasps, and the way she moved against me—it was intoxicating. My grip on her hips tightened as I lost myself in the rhythm, the sheer intensity of it pushing me closer to the edge.

Every thrust was a battle to hold on, to make this moment last. The way she clenched around me, the look of pure pleasure on her face when she glanced back—it was almost too much. But I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. The world narrowed to just the two of us, the sensation of her body against mine, the heat, the pressure, the overwhelming need to make her mine in every possible way.

The tension inside me built again, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel the heat pooling in my core, the overwhelming need to release surging through me once more. My movements became more urgent, driven by that primal desire to let go, but then I noticed her body starting to relax beneath me.

She murmured something, a soft plea for rest, and I slowed my pace, finally pulling out with a reluctant sigh. Her eyes fluttered closed, and within moments, she was asleep, her body exhausted from the intensity of our time together.

As I watched her, my desire slowly regained, I shifted beside her, propping myself up on one elbow, taking in her face in the dim light. Her breathing was steady, her chest rising and falling gently as she slept.

I reached out, my fingers lightly brushing a stray lock of hair away from her forehead. Her eyelashes, long and delicate, fluttered slightly in her sleep, casting faint shadows on her cheeks. I couldn't help but let my gaze linger on her lips—soft, slightly parted, still flushed from our passion. They were tempting, inviting, and I had to fight the urge to kiss her again.

The desire to stay, to be close to her as the night faded into dawn, tugged at me, but I knew I couldn't. I had to leave before daybreak.

With a sigh, I reluctantly tore my gaze away and quietly slipped out of bed. As I dressed, I took one last look at her, lying peacefully in the sheets, unaware of the effect she had on me. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a wad of notes, placing them gently on the nightstand. It was more than just payment—it was a small token of appreciation for the time we'd shared, though it felt small compared to what she'd given me.

I leaned over her one last time, close enough to catch the faint scent of her skin, and whispered a soft goodbye. Then, without another glance, I slipped out of the room, the door closing quietly behind me as I disappeared from the room, without knowing her name.

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